Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Rakim,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.